Samia laid on the bed, panting and regaining her breath. It wasn’t a particularly nice bed, but after being on the cold stone floor the last two nights, it felt like she was on a cloud.
Her respite was short lived, soon the leader of the guards entered, making her heart jolt.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her painfully to her feet, which was rather difficult while wearing the yoke.
The grip on her hair remained as she was pulled from the hut, having to turn sideways to get through the door.
The sun had set completely now, and the cool mountain air made her shiver. She’d have loved to have rubbed her skin for a little warmth, if she could move her hands. The other prisoners had been locked away for the night, and Samia was walked to a space in the centre of all the guards. She gulped wondering whether another group blowjob was about to happen. Luckily it wasn’t, the empty buckets were hooked to her yoke and she began her descent back to her cell, trying to remain strong as the guards spanked her ass from time to time.
The rocks were hard on her feet, as was the coldness of the ground and the frosty air on her skin, but she continued to walk, knowing her cell was a little warmer than out here at least.
Once they arrived at the guard house, the buckets were removed. At last, she was freed from the yoke too. She was pushed into her cell, and given a small piece of bread which she wolfed down.
The door was slammed behind her and locked.
Her body was exhausted, she sat in the corner, wrapping her arms around her knees for warmth. Her teeth clattered from the cold. Her hands and feet were so cold from being naked in the cell. She hoped she could survive the night in here.
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